The Rocker Who Loves Me (The Rocker 4)

I could actually feel his gaze on me as I continued to strip with my back turned toward him. The air around me felt tense with his arousal, and I felt a sense of power as I took my time showing him my body inch by inch. Just moments before I had felt so tired, but with the promise of more of the pleasure I had experienced Saturday night, my body came alive.

Wet arms wrapped around my waist from behind as a damp, male body pressed against me. He was warm from the hot shower, hard with suppressed arousal. “You are so fucking beautiful, Harper.”

For the first time I didn’t question if it was true or not. When I was with Shane, I was beautiful. I turned in his strong arms, pressing my bare chest to his. With my arms around his neck, I stood tiptoe and softly brushed my lips against his. “Will you make love to me, Shane?”

His eyes darkened and I felt his cock twitch against my stomach. “Let’s get you clean first, beautiful.” His raspy voice sent delightful shivers down my spine.

Shane’s arms tightened around me as he lifted me and placed me in the shower with him. The water felt divine on my slightly sore body. Thanks to my hospital bedside vigil, I’d slept in awkward positions over the last few days. Shane filled his hands with body wash and massaged my body from head to toe with the lavender scented soap.

Callused hands from years of playing guitar caressed over sensitive skin, making my breasts swell and my nipples harden. I held onto the side of the shower as slippery fingers parted the lips of my sex, teasing the bundle of nerves hidden between the folds. My thighs trembled and I couldn’t hold back a cry of pleasure as his thumb pressed down just firm enough to give me what I needed.

“I’ve needed you so bad, baby.” His lips trailed down my throat while his fingers slipped inside to play with a wetness that had nothing to do with the shower.

“Me too,” I moaned as his middle finger thrust deep, but not deep enough to touch my virginity. “I had a few fantasies of finding an empty hospital room and begging you to use your tongue on me again.”

“You should have told me,” Shane growled, going back to my lips and kissing what little breath I had from me. “I would have made it a reality.”

“There’s always next time,” I teased.

“Fuck, I don’t want to go through that again.” He leaned his forehead against mine, breathing hard. “It was scary, and all I could think was it could have just as easily been you…” I felt him shudder and watched in fascination as he swallowed hard. Blue-gray eyes were glassy as they met mine. “I don’t know what I would do if I lost you.”

My heart turned over, hard. I gasped—half in pain, half in surprise. Shane was so open about his emotions. I could see everything he was feeling shining back at me through those eyes of his, and it both thrilled and terrified me. I pushed the fear down, though, and concentrated on the thrill for now.

“I’m not going anywhere,” I promised him, hoping that the feelings I had for him were shining through my own eyes. I didn’t have the courage to tell him aloud what I felt for him.

He pulled his fingers from between my thighs, and I whimpered in protest. My rocker only smiled and washed my hair. Firm fingers rubbing my scalp was a new pleasure in and of itself. I groaned as he rinsed my hair and then added conditioner.

When I was clean he turned the water off and stepped out. Before I could follow, he was there with a towel, wrapping it around me and lifting me from the shower. A second towel appeared and he dried my hair carefully before lifting me once more and carrying me into the bedroom.

Most of my body was still damp from the shower, but so was his. As he laid my body across the twin mattress and followed, I found that our damp skin made for an erotic slip and slide. Shane’s hands were not idle. They found my breasts, pushing them together and squeezing. I watched in a trance as he licked the first one then the other with the flat of his tongue before sucking my nipple deep into his hot mouth. His tongue pressed the hardened nipple to the roof of his mouth, and the pulling motions from his strong suction made muscles deep inside clench.

He only lingered long enough to make me whimper before he was kissing me again. My lips and then my neck, his teeth nipped at my ear before licking down to the pulse rapidly beating at the base. I wanted him to kiss my breasts again, but he only smiled when I arched my back in a silent plea and rubbed his rough jaw across them as he trailed kisses over my stomach.

His hands parted my thighs as his kisses trailed lower. For a moment his nose hovered over my throbbing clit, but he only breathed deep. “I love the way you smell, baby. So warm and aroused for me. I could live off the taste of you…”

Despite his words, he didn’t kiss me there. His lips moved to the inside of my right thigh, and he sucked on the tender flesh while his fingers combed through the damp curls that surrounded my sex. I could feel the blood rushing to the surface where he was sucking and knew that he was leaving his mark. I loved it and wanted him to mark me again and again. It didn’t matter that no one else would ever see the love bites he was leaving. I knew they were there and that was enough.

I raised my head, watching while he left the burning little marks. It was exciting to watch his dark head moving between my legs like that. He moved from one thigh to the other, leaving one purple spot after another. I loved the way the rough scruff felt against the inside of my thighs.

“I could do this all night!”

“Please don’t.” I pushed his hair back from his face so I could meet his gaze. “I need you, Shane.”

His head lifted. “I need you too, babe.” His lips brushed across my stomach again, following the trail back up to my mouth.

Needing to touch him, I reached between us and grasped his thick cock. His groan of approval made my already erratic heart beat even faster. I wanted to give him pleasure, wanted to make him just as insane with desire as I was. I pushed on his chest at the same time as I rolled from beneath him.

“What are you doing?” he murmured as I pushed him against my pillows.

“Whatever I want.” I grinned when he chuckled. “I want to taste you again, Shane.”

The chuckle turned into a growl, and I bit my lip as I glanced down at his pulsing dick. Next time , I promised myself. Next time, I would trace every vein with my tongue. This time, I simply wanted to drive him close to the edge.

I gripped him with my right hand then lowered my head and ran my tongue over the thick head of his cock. As I stroked upward, a drop of his pre-cum beaded on the tip and I was quick to lick it away. I loved the taste of him!